Dante From The Devil May Cry Series Novels & Stories

The two men tied to the chains, looked up from their bloodied states only to see the devil standing in front of them. "Let the fun begin," Dante smirked, stabbing the first man in the shoulder and twisting his knife a full 180 degrees. The man screamed in unbearable pain and already felt his life slipping away. Dante had dug his knife into the same spot the man was shot at. "How dare you even touch my girl?" Dante gritted every word before dragging the knife to his chest, cutting open all the skin that came in its way. "How dare you even look at her with your filthy eyes?" the man spat some blood before looking in Dante's eyes.

He had to be subtle as he knew the man standing in front of him was Dante, the atrocious third master. “I don't want to hear this! I want a positive answer!" After suppressing himself for the whole night, Dante finally lost it at this moment. He was out of his mind just like a runaway lion. His phoenix eyes had turned scarlet, filled with killing intent. He looked so intimidating as if he was from hell. Luca stepped forward and held his hand to calm him down.

“With my power and your sorry financial state. I could make sure you never see your kids again.” Never see my sons again?! His words sank into my flesh like the venomous fangs of a viper. “Y-you wouldn’t dare.” My voice quivered. Would he? There was no way he would be that heartless. A deep, dark chuckle echoed through the living room. Dante snaked his arm around my waist and pressed my body against his. I stiffened in his hold, frozen with fear, anger, and a strange desire pulsing through my veins. “I’m Dante Romero, sweetheart.” His voice was low with a dangerously seductive edge, and I flushed with heat. “There are a lot of things I would dare that are beyond your imagination.”

Dante Valerian was the sexiest man I'd ever laid my eyes on. He also happened to be the most evil man to walk this earth since Satan. “Good morning, Alpha Dante,” I greeted, biting my lower lip. As always, he didn't answer. He grunted and tilted his head in my direction, like I was an irritating fly that he couldn’t be bothered to swat away. “I don't want your greetings,” he snapped. “What I want is for you to take your unfaithful, stinking self away from my son's life.”

My mind was still replaying it, his forehead pressed to her temple, his voice dropping into that low Italian growl, calling her amore mio arrabbiato(my angry love) like she was something precious instead of a collared problem we bought for ten million. Could he have fallen for her? Nah. Impossible. Dante is the steel spine of this pack. The oldest. The leader. The one who taught us how to kill clean, how to rule without apology. He’s a psychopath, sure, same as the rest of us but his is surgical. Controlled. Mine? Mine’s a fucking wildfire. Ryker’s is a blade that likes to play. Asher’s is a quiet, smiling abyss. But Dante’s rage is ice. Precise. He doesn’t lose control. Ever.

"We know what you've been up to—you bitch!" "Oh, I see. This one is badly behaved." Candice stood, moving toward them. "Stand up." Darius grabbed Dante by the collar and yanked him to his feet. Dante stumbled, caught his balance, and looked up at Darius. The vampire was enormous this close. His eyes were dark and cold.

I knew the Tiger Fang gang was known for having tiger tattoos somewhere on their bodies, but this…it was his whole back and it looked so damn good. He glanced back at me, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk?" I stumbled in, closing the door behind me. Dante turned, and I was greeted with a view of his sculpted chest and toned abs. My mind screamed at me to stop staring like an idiot but why the hell was everything about him so…perfect. The devil was supposed to be ugly with horns, but this devil was fucking beautiful. I swallowed hard as my body felt a strange, and felt heat rise up my cheeks.

“And you, my darling girl, really ought to pick a side before the thunder starts.” Serena I knew monsters didn’t always look like monsters. But Dante? He didn’t even try to hide it. He strolled into the room like he owned the fucking oxygen, like he hadn’t just knocked Nico unconscious and locked me down here like a dirty secret. His suit didn’t have a wrinkle. His cologne—leather and smoke—clung to the air like poison in a church. He looked like sin. Spoke like salvation. But I’d seen his hands.

I stormed up the stone steps two at a time. My fingers wrapped around the metal handle. Click. I cocked my pistol. Then, I pushed the doors open. Gasps erupted. Heads turned. But I only looked at one person. Dante. He stood before the altar, stiff and devoid of emotions. A gun was aimed at his head by an older looking man. And it didn't take me much to identify the latter. El Diablo. That was the devil. Beside him, Seraphine smirked. My eyes narrowed. And all I saw in that moment was red.

I would recognize that silhouette anywhere, even in this lifetime. "She already said no. Why do you keep pushing?" I only had to see his back to know the man in front of me was Dante. He wore a black trench coat, his posture straight and commanding. He was still the same confident Don of the Ravenna family. In my past life, I'd loved him so deeply I could pick him out of any crowd with a single glance. The two men quickly came to blows after exchanging heated words. Dante was the Don of the Ravenna family and had trained in combat since childhood. Adrian stood no chance. Dante had him on the ground in seconds.